Thursday, July 12, 2012

Relay, Relay......


Hmmm……I can hear you thinking…..   I didn’t receive Joan’s annual sob story about her cancer.  It’s not in my spam folder (although I do think some of you wish that it would or will just go there).  You don’t think she croaked or something…..  No, no – she said last year that the docs had given her at least 24 months.  And I know that she said that she would do the “American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life” come hell or high water.  Hmmmm……

Well, you can quit your humming.  I’m not dead yet.  (Although for Christmas, I got 5 new shiny tumors – 4 in my spine and 1 in my sternum).  Yes, I’m still having my wonderful, monthly chemo visits.  Plus I also got to try out a new form of radiation at Christmas time.  I had 4 treatments, 4 days, 90 minutes each day instead of 80 treatments, 80 days (of schlepping back and forth on the ferry), 4 minutes each day.  The new form of radiation called “Cyberknife” was developed by those incredible doctors at Stanford.  Gotta love them.  The only down side is that I am and will suffer from radiation poisoning for a year.  And while the tumor on my sternum is reducing in size, unfortunately the tumors on my spine are just sitting there, not getting bigger nor getting smaller – just giving me a real “pain in the back”.   So how do you like my annual sob story so far?

So let’s talk about the “Relay for Life”, what’s up with that.  Unfortunately this year the “Relay” is happening off island over in Poulsbo…..and yes, I probably could go there….but - I’m a stinker.  Remember, I always do this walking thing at 10 p.m. when my cancer pain is the worst.  And believe it or not, I just don’t think I could subject myself to some more torture.  Soo…..I’ve decided while I may not participate in the “Relay”, I am going to walk the walk, so to speak.  This Saturday, July 14th, at 10 pm, I’m going to go to the High School on Bainbridge, jump the fence, and at least walk one lap around the track.  I just want to prove that I can still walk at least once around the track (although Rainer’s been teasing me - perhaps I should get a walker to aid me in my quest).  I am living with cancer, yes I tick down a little bit more with each passing day but I just want to make sure that I am still …..alive.

Now I’m not expecting those from far – i.e. East Coast, San Francisco, Florida, Sacramento, Rimerman people, and any one in between to hop a flight and hold my hand while I walk a lap.  However, if there are any islanders who want to also “jump the fence” and walk around in circles – please feel free to.  Although, I’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be on that track at 10 pm, and of course we could all be arrested, but you only live once.  (Excuse me while I pick myself up off the floor – I fell out of my chair from the cancer humor).  Bring your children, bring your flashlights, bring your smiles and be glad to be alive.

Just a little bit more reading and then I’ll let you dump this email into your garbage.  Now for those of you who are feeling guilty or are just looking for a tax deduction, I have a suggestion for you.  Rather than plunking down your money to the American Cancer Society, I invite you to forward a donation to “Swedish Hospital Children’s Cancer Foundation”,  801 Broadway, 10th Floor, Seattle, WA  98122.  Just tell them that I sent you.  Swedish is a remarkable hospital.



“Relay” next year?  Not sure, we’ll just wait and see…..I think I can make it another year.


Saturday, May 19, 2012

woo-hoo

Woo-hoo!! Did they find a wonder drug that will cure my cancer. Nope. Did I win 90 million in the lottery. Nope. Did I find $8,000 needed to pay my mortgage company. (I really could use it because I don't want to loose our house) Nope. Has my husband come home with a bouquet of long stemmed midnight red roses. I wish, but nope. Have my children actually cleaned their rooms (I think Emma is the keeper of forks and I wonder if Dylan and Hannah have actual rugs because all I see is piles of dirty clothes). That would be a heavenly miracle - so that too is a big NOPE. My woo-hoo is that I don't have to have chemo this month. Yippee! No red pea, no glowing in the dark, no joint pain that cripples your spine. No metal taste in your mouth. My platelit level is really low - under a hundred. Do you know how wonderful it is not to have to deal with needle pricked, wasted time catching the ferry and driving to the hospital. I am a happy camper. Of course my body continues it's loosing battle with cancer. But for this moment I am happy. Now if we have sunshine instead of rain - I will be in pure bliss. P.s. now if there is anyone out there that can help us with our mortgage - perhaps you could adopt all us - two old adults, two young whipper snapper adults, two girls going on 21 and 2, two dogs where the alpha dog is a miniature dachshund, two cats that need bathing every month, two Nigerian dwarf goats good for eating pesky berry bushes, and one fish - it used to be two but Olive died last winter. And as hard as I try to kill Bubbles she's over 9 years old she just keeps going like the energizer bunny. Or you perhaps put in a good word with .... Oprah, Bill Gates, even Bruce Wayne aka Batman.